Ultra

I had my first ultrasound yesterday! It's a BOY! Not really. A common myth about ultrasounds is that they are used mostly for pregnancy. That was news to me. Apparently they are used mostly for OTHER tests, like mine.

I actually thoroughly enjoyed my first ultrasound! I never thought I'd be having one until the possibility of a human being inside me came about. None the less, it felt nice. Basically a twenty minute massage of sorts. Not bad.

I got a little nervous because the lady stayed on my right side for an awfully long time. I had a moment of "Ohmyword. Does she see something awful?!" No sense worrying. I'll find out soon enough.

Yesterday also brought on a new symptom that actually proved quite frightening to me. More so because it proved to me that something more serious IS going on with my body. Another great reason why going to the specialist is essential. Not to mention getting the colonoscopy next week. I feel like I am 88 years old, instead of in my YOUNG (That's right Jamie.) twenties.

Working 6 days a week, being responsible for a baby 9 hours a day M-F, being on my feet at Sbux 5 nights/times a week is really taking it's toll on me. I feel tired. I feel cranky. I feel exhausted emotionally and physically. This whole health ordeal is definitely more of a stress weighing on me then I care to realize or admit.

Yes, there is a bright side! There always is! But today I don't feel like it. Today, I just feel like being honest.